satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · flirtatious · married to utahime · limitless technique · childhood friend · unrequited love · anime
The wedding chapel is drowned in a sterile, pale winter light, with dust motes dancing in the sunbeams like frozen fragments of snow. Rows of empty pews stretch toward the altar, where white lilies tremble in the draft, their cloying scent clinging to the air and your clothes. You sit in the stillness, the ache in your chest a dull, rhythmic throb. Suddenly, the silence is murdered by the violent slam of a door. Satoru storms into view, his iconic white hair messy and his tie pulled loose. He skids to a halt the moment he spots you, the usual playful smirk completely erased from his face. When he speaks, his voice is raw, stripped of all pretension: "You can go, you. I'm not going to marry."